Lyrics Spiritual Rivals (outro) - BlaQote

Yeah, uh
Wake every morning
Lack of sleeping
Hearing demons creeping
Spark a joint I hear 'em speaking
Squeaking
Need the light I'm seeking
Slipping into danger weeping
Need my pager call my saviour
Yes the Bible taught behaviour
Never trade with Devil favours

They want me dead, uh
They want me dead, uh
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead
They want me dead, uh
They want me dead
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead

I'm fighting spiritual rivals
While
I'm diamond walking new Michael
These kinda demons like rifles
They're always scoping my cycles
Yet again my flow very vital
Even if they blow it recitals
Paper evergreen I throw it recycles
My flow very vital

They want me dead, uh
They want me dead, uh
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead
They want me dead, uh
They want me dead
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead

I don't know why they
Hating on me man

See the money
Smell the honey
But I sense jealousy with it
I don't mix Hennessey with it
I prefer benylin with it
I don't put energy in it
Suffocate negative image
Might just turn my past to vintage
Educating
With some lineage

They want me dead, uh
They want me dead, uh
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead
They want me dead, uh
They want me dead
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead

I said it
I came to slaughter Goats
My African tradition
Cutthroat verses in my diction
May confuse it with religion
Bleeding pockets is the mission
Might just pac it addition
Line em up and then I diss em
Deathrow is my vision

They want me dead, uh
They want me dead, uh
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead
They want me dead, uh
They want me dead
Can't even flex 'cause
They want me dead